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Psychic Experiences 

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An Indian Princess 




Psychic Experiences 

of 

An Indian Princess 

Daughter of Chief Tommvhawk 
(Mrs. Annette Leevier) 




Copyright 1920, by Mrs. Annette Leevier 




Published by 

THE AUSTIN PUBLISHING COMPANY 

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TO SITTING BULL— THE SIOUX BRAVE, 

Oh, Sitting Bull, to you I say 

Come close to me and always stay; 
That I may know you're ever near, 

And knowing it Fll never fear. 
Let your judgment and wisdom rule 

In me — an ever ready tool — - 
To give your dictates to mankind 

That men the light may ever find. 

Oh, Brave, in all your pow'r and might, 

Come unto me both day and night, 
And in your power let me stand 

An instrument shaped to your hand. 
That through your power I may find 

The means of helping all mankind, 
To ope my way by voice and pen 

For blessing to my fellow men. 



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JUL 27 1920 



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FOREWORD, 

Since facts, no matter how prepared, clothed or pre- 
sented, are the stepping stones and guiding stars to truth, 
light and vision, this work presented in the following pages 
is but a stepping stone for those who may desire to grasp, or 
those who are grasping — the spiritual principles linking the 
past and present in a homogeneous ascendancy to that won- 
derful future and supreme hope — life after death. 

The work is incorporated as an autobiography consist- 
ing of two parts, the first dealing with events in my life while 
in the convent, and the second, with experiences as a me- 
dium and healer. No notoriety is expected, or inflated state- 
ments recorded ; but, a presentation of the truths — hereto- 
fore tabooed and retarded by the hands of opposition and 
prejudice — which have occurred as personal incidents or 
achievements in my life. 

An apology is necessary to the reader for not recording 
a more detailed account of my life. Owing to the circum- 
stances of my early life — living within the perpetual dark- 
ness of convent walls — days, months and years passed in a 
monotonous procession, marked here and there with inci- 
dents unforgetable, which are stated in the work. 

If the reader has any antipathy toward Spiritualism 
and challenges the veracity of the statements in this work, 
I would be pleased in every instance to give the names and 
addresses of the anonymous persons mentioned. The rea- 
son for preserving and withholding the name is simply a 
question of deference. People concerned — if living — might 
object to the use of their names, hence, I have taken the al- 
ternative of merely telling the incident but reserving the 
right of supplying the correct names. 

Lastly, Spiritualism withholds nothing — and emphati- 
cally demands the truth and nothing but the truth — hence, 
if this work attracts and causes some sensible-minded indi- 
viduals to see the light where darkness has heretofore ex- 
isted, and furthermore causes them to enter circles — the 
doorway to spiritual unfoldment and knowledge — in pursuit 
of further enlightenment, the effort spent in preparing this 
iwork will be well compensated. 



PART I. 

From the available but vague and scattered family rec- 
ords handed down by word of mouth, or through the mem- 
ory of recitals of glorious deeds and suffering hardships, I 
am able to give but a brief sketch of my ancestry. But brief 
as it is, I value it for that reason the more. My grand parents 
were in America and took part in the early wars between 
the English and French settlers of Quebec — now a Cana- 
dian province. 

My grandfather on my father's side was known as Big 
Sun of the Pontiac branch of the Mohawk tribe ; Pontiac be- 
ing a very prominent figure in the very early Indian Wars 
for possessions of lands. My grandmother was known as 
Princess Laconquinne of the Ojibwah tribe of Indians. 

The mother side of the house came from Bordeaux, 
France. My grandparents — leaving France because of the 
Revolution — sought temporary refuge in America until 
peace had been restored. While in the midst o'f prepara- 
tions prior to returning to their native land, fire bi*oke out in 
their home and destroyed all their earthly possessions. This 
made it necessary for them to remain on this side,. They 
never saw their native land again in the material life. 

Father was born in Quebec in 1836, and was called 
Sunnie, because he was born in the early morning about sun- 
rise. He was of the Ojibwah tribe of Indians. This was 
due to frequent intermarriagees of the Ojibwahs with the 
Mohawks — his father being a Mohawk. His education was 
purely Indian, being specially well versed in the use of 
herbs. As he grew older he became such a scrapper that 
he was nicknamed Chief Tommyhawk — after a famous pre- 
decessor. 

He lived amongst the Ojibwahs until he fell in love 
with a young French girl. This brought trouble, because 
the parents did not approve of the pact. Leaving their 
homes, the young couple eloped and were married in the 
Roman faith — my mother being a good Catholic, but my 
father being a believer in the Great Spirit, never entered a 
church in his life. 

I first saw daylight in Quebec, being born, as I was told 
later, with a hazy veil over my face, regarded at that time 
as a sign of wisdom. I was also possessed of spiritual pow- 
ers, being born with such an intensely sensitive organiza- 
tion that I responded to the necessities of the time and be- 
came an instrument in the hands of higher intelligences long 
before I fully realized my gifts, and much longer before I 



was able to fully reason the why and how of them. Often 
rappings were heard in my presence in the evening, and 
mother had to awaken me to quiet the spirits. These were 
the cause of mother's interference, and caused the suppres- 
sion of all my efforts in telling people interesting things. 

As a consequence, I received a Convent education. At 
three years of age I was put into the hands of the Sisters of 
the small community Convent, to be raised and taught reli- 
gion. When of proper school age, I was sent to Notre Dame 
in Montreal, at which place mother had arranged and paid 
for my tuition and care, until 1 was prepared to become a 
matron or a nurse or take the veil. Choosing the latter 
when the time arrived for a decision, I took the white veil. 
It was a sane course to take — as I thought at the time — for 
my mother had departed from the material life and my 
father had married again. 

After a time I became restless, nervous and in general, 
feeling ill,, besides being very anxious to know more about 
my new mother. Receiving permission, I paid a visit to my 
father's home. It took but a short time to learn the bitter 
•truth — that I was not wanted. Knowing that the time had 
come for a changeto other scenes and conditions, I went to 
bed in that house for the last time during the visit. 

While in bed I felt myself taken out of the body and 
seemingly made to float through the atmosphere and space. 
I know not how long I remained in this condition, but on my 
return to the body I sought father. After a long talk and ar- 
gument, it was decided that I would either have to return 
to whence I came or go to New York. 

Choosing the latter, arrangements were made whereby 
I was transferred to New York to another Convent to work 
out my own salvation. One afternoon — the day preceding 
the anniversary of my birth — I again seemed to be taken 
out of the body. This time I spent the afternoon — as we 
?call it — in visiting another planet to witness what you would 
term "Life after Death." Not being quite able to under- 
stand these transitions, they became a source of worry ment 
to me, more so on this particular day. 

My duties now became varied between matron, nurse, 

and housekeeper, and through all this my first love affair 

developed and progressed. My greatest earth hope and 

lover was a priest, but as we were not allowed to speak. 

we enjoyed thought communication in its ^elemental form. 

I During a sickness which proved fatal to him, I became his 

nurse in company with an associate — the rule being that we 

must always work in pairs under such conditions. While 

:on his deathbed, he promised faithfully to return to me. 

1 Being mediumistic, he believed in spirit return. 



As time passed I became restless and worried, for my 
lover had not returned to me as he had promised. I had 
hoped for greater changes, and had looked forward to fre- 
quent visits from him from the spirit side. But to think of 
entering into a new year without him was perplexing to me. 
My whole soul cried out to him, and I prayed for him to has- 
ten the time when I could come to him. 

Early in the afternoon of a hot summer day — the 4th 
of July — I heard the beautiful strains of the Rosary. Fol- 
lowing this a great change seemed to come over me, a drow- 
siness and a longing to get to my cell and lie down. As I 
came to my door on the way to carrying out my desire, I saw 
a misty, shadowy form standing outside my cell, apparently 
awaiting me. I crossed the sill, turned and locked the 
doors and laid down on the couch. 

The physical senses became dormant almost imme- 
diately, and a sinking sensation ensued, followed by the 
casting off of physical limitations — a tearing sensation at 
first — causing a sudden expanding feeling, bringing joyous- 
ness and the new thought of freedom. The freedom of mind 
brought on the intense desire for knowledge. With avidity 
the mind had adjusted itself as a finely, sensitively attuned 
instrument, to respond to the thoughts of spiritual beings — 
to hear, see, and learn that which only higher spiritual in- 
telligence can accomplish and teach. 

The door quickly opened and someone stepped into the 
room. Moving hurriedly to the side of the couch, and reach- 
ing out his hand he demanded that I go with him. Casting 
my eyes up, I recognized him — the object of all my affec- 
tions — the one to whom my heart had been crying out. My 
prayers seemingly were answered. He said, "Come, as I de- 
sire to keep my promise." 

He did not appear to me just as he had been in the 
body. His face had undergone such decided changes — ap 
pearing so much brighter than I had been familiar with— 
that I could scarcely look at him. A long loose robe covered 
his body. He did not appear to walk on the floor, but to 
tread on air. When I arose and took his hand neither of us 
seemed to walk but to glide onward and upward. On look 
ing back, I saw my own body lying on the couch apparently 
in slumber, but in reality awaiting my return. 

We seemed to rise through ceiling and roof out into the 
air, in line with and over the great cross on the spire. Look- 
ing down, we could see a wonderful panorama of the city 
and its people — a criss-cross myriad of finely woven webs of 
street intersections, blended- and mingled with the glittering 
sun rays merrily ricochetting from New T York's watery 
boundaries. Soon this was lost to view, for we traveled in- 



conceivably fast. 

Looking about, I became aware of the fact that we 
were nearing what appeared to be another plane or planet- 
ary sphere. I asked, ''What do you call that place ?" His 
answer wafted to me like the soothing murmur of a zephyr, 
"Home of your Soul." Looking, I first saw a most beautiful 
river. On crossing this water, it appeared to be more white 
than blue and so tranquil and placid that not a ripple could 
be seen anywhere. Beyond this a tropical country scene 
unfolded itself to our view. This view made me think that 
this entire plane had been carpeted with an over-abund- 
ance of grasses and flowers — the grasses appearing a green- 
ish blue color. Tropical ferns seemed to abide everywhere. 
Oh, it was beautiful and delectable to behold. Everything 
we looked at appeared possessed with a diamond lustre, but 
in reality only the brillance of dew drops. Stars and colors 
were prominent and intermingled at all points. The frag- 
rance was inspiring and odoriferous. There was nothing of 
a harsh nature to be seen, everything being of that harmony 
one would expect to find in our spirit or eternal home. There 
was nothing to greet my ears but the soft murmur of voices 
linked with that beauty and sweetness which can only come 
from a heavenly sphere. 

After allowing rne time to view this heavenly condi- 
tion, we sailed on and came onto a view of a beautiful city. 
I can give but a faint idea of the construction of the same. 
,No tall buildings were visible; all evidently of a uniform 
order, These abodes — for such they obviously were — were 
strangely fashioned with no roofs and of one color — white. 

One in particular that I was attracted to was an ex- 
ception in magnificence and splendor, and unusually large 
compared to those in the vicinity. As we approached there 
appeared to be a large veranda covered with flowers and 
vines of every description; but no steps to any part of this 
house were discernable. We came closer. I could see no 
one but could hear the rapturous strains of music and soft, 
cooing murmur of voices within. As we listened, it seemed 
as if elaborate preparations were being made for some spe- 
cial ceremony. Some one came to the door and said, "Come, 
for the feast is ready. " It evidently had been prepared for 
me. 

I seemed to feel the presence of relatives and friends 
within, especially that of mother. I started to go in but my 
guide checked me, saying, "You must not enter there, for 
I have orders to take you on with me." As I turned it seem- 
ed to me that my loved ones felt my presence, for a great 
desire came over me to stay. You can readily know how I 
felt when I was told that I could not stay with them. To re- 



lieve the condition they did not come into view. I asked of 
the guide what it meant, and he replied, "If I allow you to 
go in there I could not get you back." He was right, for had 
I met and seen mother he never could have persuaded me 
to leave. I would have sacrificed all in my power to have 
stayed there. 

I worried and grieved very much because I could not 
have my own way, but he knew beter than I. My soul's de- 
sire was to go to mother or to keep him — my guide — with 
me, but my time had not come for that end. My mission on 
earth had not been completed. If I remain true to my trust 
and my spirit appointments and work diligently, I shall re- 
ceive my reward in the future. When the time comes he 
will return for me and then there will be no more separa- 
tion. 

Allowing me another view of the big city, he turned 
me on our homeward journey. We stopped nowhere, hav- 
ing overstayed our time at the one particular place. Slowly 
we ffoated back toward our own earth plane. On our way. 
I seemed to be returning to a dark prison or vault. On ap- 
proaching closer to our earth the din of noises and confu- 
sion, the rumble of traffic greeted our ears — at first but 
faint but increasing in crescendo until it became a veritable 
profaneness. It was a hard task to reconcile myself to the 
consequences and the accompanying feeling. I could but 
recall the following words: — 

"Weary of earth and ladened with care 

I looked toward heaven and longed to be there." 

Being in bondage and trying to repent that great, quiet 
under- way of living, and at the same time trying to worship 
God, a fearful chill came over me and seemed to repulse me 
completely. I felt I could not enter my house of flesh. Be- 
fore entering my cell, I pleaded earnestly to return with 
him. He only allowed me to wrestle with him, but I clung 
so tight to his robe that he came in with me and waited un- 
til I had regained my earthly consciousness, giving me the 
charge that we both should know the truth, and that he 
would soon come and take me on another flight or soul ex- 
cursion. To my surprise, I found that I had just enough 
time to attend to my duties, having been out of my body for 
five hours from one o'clock until six o'clock. 

After that flight or soul excursion, I have never felt as 
though I belonged to this earth or plane, always wanting 
to turn away from here and go home, for it is the home I'm 
preparing for myself on this material plane. In a message 
sent me sometime later through another medium, he said, 



"Marie, I am awaiting you over on the golden shore where 
parting comes to us no more, where eternal happiness 
awaits us. Safe with me, for I love you best of all ; you are 
my choice and I rejoice ; then, in our happy home never 
more to roam alone you will become my loving wife. H. T." 
Several months later I was shocked to hear the sad 
news that father was dying. Receiving permission from my 
superiors, T returned home for the last time. He lingered 
but a few days. During his dying moments I stood at the 
foot of the bed, and as if in a dream I saw father leave his 
body, rise into the air, transform and come back to earth as 
a spirit being. 

At the funeral while the prayers were being said, a 
knocking was heard. The neighbor friend next to me tip- 
toed to the front door, but saw no one. Again the knocking 
was heard. This time the woman went to the back door, 
but again found no one. I never spoke a word, thinking to 
'quiet the spirit in that way. That it was the spirit of my 
j father, making a noisy protestation against the prayers be- 
I ing offered over his dead body — he not being a church mem- 
ber, but a believer in the Great Spirit and spirit return — is 
j true without a shadow of a doubt. After the funeral, T could 
hea^ him meandering about with that same old dragging, 
j shuffling step. At one time noises were heard emanating 
from father's former bedroom. On investigation no one was 
'seen, but I soon understood for I remembered that a "strong- 
box," covered with metal sheeting, in which father kept all 
his valuables and important documents, was in the room. 
He had evidently been knocking against this sheeting. The 
treason I did not enter the rooms frequented much by him 
I was that it was only a signal for him to begin his knocking 
My sojourn in this room was of the shortest possible dura- 
tion, soon returning to New York again to resume my for- 
mer duties. 

At another time while sitting under a tree in the Con- 

! vent in meditation, I heard music. It seemed to be above me 

I in the tree, of a weird, far-away tone quality. I looked up 

j but saw no one. I knew no singing was allowed at that hour, 

jyet it came louder with the rustle of the leaves, so clear, so 

strong. I knew in an instant it was no earthly music, for I 

felt as though no earthly voice could render such sweet song 

as that, as on my ears these gracious tidings fell, "Believe 

and confess — thou shalt be loose from all." 

I then looked up. Laying aside my Rosary that I al- 
ways had carried and had placed such confidence in, I began 
i to rejoice with the heavenly hosts. As I did so, I heard the 
(•most delightful string music sounding like that of a harp. 
It increased in volume until it reached a tremendous climax 



point, and then I recognized that hymn of hymns — "Rock of. 
Ages." In full melody it seemed to vibrate through all 
things in my surroundings. I did not recognize any of the 
voices as belonging to any one I knew who had crossed the 
divide. In a little while the strains of music left me, taking 
with them my longing to follow and my lingering gaze. I 
saw nothing; I could only hear these words, "Blessed is he 
who believes but does not see." 

Before entering the house, I read the II. Samuel 22:2, 
"The Lord is my rock and my fortress." Then I arose per- 
fectly content and went in, realizing we walk by faith and 
not by sight. I was so content that I took only what the 
spirit world gave me, feeling sure sight would come later. 
The environment and unconscious sway of influence these 
intelligencies had over me made it impossible for me to 
question what the ultimate result of it all would be. 

I did not get back out of doors again in a long time to 
visit that beloved spot under the tree. Having overstayed 
my time that evening, I had to undergo a light punishment. 
I sat a watch in my own room and sang. While singing, 
"Jerusalem, Hark, the Angels Sing" — to my surprise came 
the music on the harp as an accompaniment. A few mo- 
ments later all left and there came a reaction and calm. 
Being disgusted and discouraged with the turn of events, I 
had had enough experience inside of those walls, and should 
lay plans for my escape. 

A nun sat in her prison cell 

Doomed all the days of her life, 
And her thoughts went out to the beautiful world, 

"Will I never be free from this strife?" 

A songster sat on the window ledge 
And the poor girl's heart was stirred ; 

"Just follow me," it seemed to urge, 
To the Convent sang the bird. 

I became so useful in my life as a Sister that I was 
trusted with a visiting list so often that I was practically 
privileged to go about wherever I pleased in New York. I 
not only went where they sent me, but also where I was not 
expected to go — listening all of the time to my spirit guides, 
and going wherever they took me. I — Indian-like — desired 
to roam from one scene to another, appearing sometimes at 
places where I had no business being. There seemed a con- 
dition surrounding me, such that I never tried to avoid any- 
thing I came in contact with. No matter where I went I 
could always see or feel Big Chief — my father — close to me 
watching that no harm befell me, and I never felt any un- 




easiness. Many times as I wandered on in deep thought, I 
would hear his voice calling me to take care and give atten 7 
tion. 

I frequently came in contact with poor, down-trodden 
men and women, who would appeal to me for help and 
financial assistance. Very often 1 gave up half of what I 
had previously collected from patrons on my visiting lists. 
Many times I went to the homes of the poor and the crimi- 
nal, and what I saw would make me heartsick. In some I 
found intoxicated men and women so low down and degrad- 
ed that there seemed to be no possible help for them; in 
others all stages and descriptions of diseases wre present; 
while in others crime and filth were the outstanding fea- 
tures. Many of these people were out of the daily pre- 
scribed route,, but that made no difference to me; I did all 
the good I possibly could. 

One day I passed by a large prison. On looking up I 
saw Big Chief standing, looking at me, and he said, "Here 
is work for you to do." ''But how can I get in?" I asked. 
The next day, as I passed the same prison, I saw a poor, care- 
worn woman who stooped and asked for prayers, also beg- 
ging me to say a prayer for her son who was incarcerated 
within. I was only too glad and willing, and availed myself 
;of the opportunity. 

Following the poor mother, we were allowed admit- 
tance. I talked to the son and prayed for him and bade him 
read a small Bible which I left, and which he took with him 
to Sing Sing prison. Having an opportunity to follow up the 
career of this young men, I later learned that the seed t had 
planted had yielded fruit. 

I did not think it wise to tell my superiors what work I 
was doing. By doing this I had better opportunities to carry 
out my plans. There was a great longing in my breast to 
see Coney Island — New York's amusement park — by night, 
for I had heard so much about it. 

Making my plans accordingly, 1 walked out the back 
door one evening and down the garden to the wall. Under 
my arm was a box with a rope in it. At the wall whom 
J should I see on top but Big Chief — my guide. Below him 
I saw notches in the brick wall by means of which I was soon 
over the wall. On the other side I found a good thorough- 
fare for making my way without attracting the attention of 
anyone, to the home of a friend of mine with whom my es- 
cape had been prearranged. In a short time I was properly 
attired and my friend and I set out for the park. How I 
enjoyed that lark no one knows but myself. I came face to 
face with many I knew but they, seeing me in civilian 
/clothes, did not recognize me. 



I was forced to spend the night with my friend, as it 
was not feasible to attempt to return at such a late hour. 
Coming back early enough in the morning, I passed through 
the Church saying my prayers. When asked where I had 
been I replied, "Out on a little mission." The Mother Supe- 
rior thought different and started' in to box my ears, but this 
was one of the times I would not submit. Reaching out, I 
tore the veil from her head and she just barely escaped with 
her life, for I was so furiously angry that I was tempted to 
throw her over the railing and down the stairs. The sen- 
tence and punishment meted out to me was the maximum 
imposed for such offences. 

On my way to the cell for punishment I was met by the 
cook who stealthily handed me a lunch, for she knew I 
would get nothing all day. This I secreted until I had been 
locked in. Then I took time to eat and enjoy a small chick- 
en, and amongst other things a flask of wine. 

While eating, a shadow passed through the door and 
there before me stood Big Chief. He flashed a spirit light 
about the cell so that I could see where I was. He showed 
me a vision of the assassination of President McKinley; 
several war views, one of them fought under palm trees, 
while in the other red-coated soldiers were engaged; an 
earthquake; and a stream of roaring water predicting 
floods. He knelt beside me and pleaded with me to leave 
the place we were in and to trust myself to his guidance, 
for he would take care of me. Then a vision of mother 
came — weeping because she had left me in such bondage. 

I vowed to follow Big Chief and confide in the Great 
Spirit. Going to the door — with my guide — I found it un- 
locked. I went about my duties as if nothing had happened, 
trusting all the time in my guide. When my superiors 
saw this they hurriedly made arrangements for my transfer 
to Philadelphia. 

Thinking to get rid of me, I was sent from Philadelphia 
to Newport News, Va., where an epidemic of yellow T fever 
was raging. But all to no avail, for I took up my duties as a 
nurse and gave what succor I was capable of, withoua being 
protected in any way from the disease. I realized later what 
danger I had submitted myself to, but only received great- 
er faith in my guides. When my work at this place had been 
completed, I was sent back to Philadelphia to assume my 
new duties there. 

I found quite a few mediums among the priests and 
nuns. On recollection, I don't wonder at the above state- 
ment. For what is more desirable for spiritual unfoldment 
and attraction to the Great Beyond than to be shut in from 
the noise of the busy world, surrounded by flowers, music 
and incense and of necessity — concentration on devotion. 



Unconsciously or subconsciously the gateway is opened, 
bringing joy for the discovery of the newly found truth but 
disappointment for the environments and servitude chained 
to them during their physical life. 

Psychic phenomena were demonstrated daily. The 
Sister Superior often interrupted my associate Sister and me 
while we were enjoying thought transference with both the 
living and the dead — for no other reason than that she her- 
self was psychic and knew of our pastime. Of one particu- 
lar instance I remember where the spirit of my lover — 
the priest — brought me thoughts from a priest in Cleveland 
who was to figure prominently in subsequent events. While 
this side of the experiences was roses, the thorns presented 
themselves in as much as we had to be guarded in both ac- 
tive and subconscious thoughts, and in our actions, lest the 
psychic Mother Superior get acquainted with everything 
about and between us. 

I had been ailing three weeks with a rheumatic attack 
which affected my left limb, when an interesting incident 
occurred. Coming down the stairs very early one morning 
to prepare the lights for early mass, I felt weak and faint, 
making it necessary for me to support myself on the railing. 
Suddenly a crescent about two feet wide appeared at my 
feet. I stepped onto it with my left foot and immediately a. 
light flared up. Frightened, I ran up the stairs and down by 
another, to perform my duties; but the ailment had left me. 
Several years later the spirit of Moonbeam — came to me 
with a light and crescent, and I then realized that Moon- 
beam had cured me of my rheumatic attack. 

About this time I began to listen to my spirit friend in 
his effort to have me give up this bondage and go out into 
the world to see and do what I could. After due considera- 
tion of all things concerned and connected with my proposed 
flight, I told the Sisters. This created quite an excitement 
amongst them. They threatened, scolded, cajoled and 
promised, but all to no purpose, for I had had a glimpse of 
what was in store for me, and determined that my relations 
with them must cease. They sent urgent messages to the 
heads in Montreal, but this made no impression on me. The 
orders from Montreal were to hold me to the vows I had 
taken, and promised me a better home for the money my 
mother paid for my tuition and care. 

Fortifying myself against all or any possible conditions 
that might arise — knowing that an authority from Montreal 
would likely arrive any time — I went quietly into the last 
prayers of my career as a nun — one night. While kneeling 
before a life-sized crucifix, and all sincere in my devotions, 
I heard a great crash, and instantly following this. Big Chief 



appeared before me, accompanied by the spirits of my 
mother and of two Sisiters I had known in life. They stood 
side by side until I had finished and then they faced about 
and in single file passed through the door. By impulse I fol- 
lowed them out. As we passed the door, I went into the 
Church proper where I saluted and paid my respects to the 
fourteen stations of the Cross — representing Christ on his 
way to Calvary; also paying my best and most loving tri- 
bute to the Madonna for a special prayer in my behalf. 
When the great outer doors closed behind me, freedom 
was mine. 

At that moment the thought came, "What shall I do?" 
The exultation, the new air, the quickened, unknown heart- 
beat, the desire to shout to all the world the news of my free- 
dom — all descended upon me so quickly that I was com- 
pletely confounded. While I was pondering and thinking 
over how I had previously arranged my plans, a bird twit- 
tered and finally broke into a song. It seemed to be a mes- 
sage of love and encouragement to me ; it seemed as if the 
birds were even interested in my case. 

Recovering my mental equilibrium, I hurried to my 
friend's home — the one who had escorted me on the Coney 
Island escapade. After a hurried explanation and consul- 
tation, she gave me some civilian clothes to wear on my 
light. Further cautioning and urging her to keep my fight 
from the priests' ears, I departed, feeling somewhat easier 
in the acquired attire. 

Having some means I went to the station and purchased 
a ticket for Cleveland, Ohio. At this place I found old 
friends and neighbors of my father's who were sympathetic 
with me in my flight and with whom I rejoiced in my newly 
acquired freedom. For a whole day I remained indoors still 
wary lest I be apprehended. 

The following day we started on a shopping tour to 
outfit a wardrobe for myself. While busily engaged in talk- 
ing and viewing the sights while passing from one store to 
another, I espied a priest coming towards us. In passing, 
our eyes met, and I knew I had been recognized through the 
medium of higher intelligences, and by means of powers ac- 
quired through unfoldment and environments — as referred 
to previously. I acquainted my friend with the news, at the 
same time telling her I would journey to another point. 

That night I took a boat to Detroit. In the morning I 
hunted for a desirable room — finding one, about noon time. 
The relaxation, the cold, cheerless four walls surrounding 
enclosure and the future outlook made me despondent. 
There I was — unwelcomed — a fugitive in the eyes of the 
world — trembling, nervous, blue, downhearted. Do you 



wonder, gentle reader, at my condition? My thoughts were 
as nervous as I physically was . They agitated me in a com- 
parison of the past — the quiet life — with the then present — 
dodging, unhonored, unrespected career. In this brooding 
state of mind I passed the whole of the afternoon. 

In the evening, I lay down all worn out. I immediately 
became aware of the fact that I was not alone. I closed my 
eyes and instantly saw the shepherd — my priest — standing 
close by saying that he had given up his life for his sheep. 
He had his crook in his hand and two small lambs in his 
arms. He came soclose that he touched me, saying, "It is 
the songs you sing and the smiles you wear that makes the 
sunshine glow ; also, may every morning seem to say there 
is something happy on the way." Jumping to my feet in a 
dazed condition, I cried, "I am ready — take me now." I 
had not stopped to think; this I realized when I had re- 
covered fully. I knew I was not ready, for there were many 
things not yet accomplished. My mission on earth really 
just had its beginning. But before I had arrived at a worthy 
end I could not expect the longed for journey across the 
divide to join my loved ones. To Jesus I said, "My sorrow 
sets too deep for this life to look for peace and happiness 
from anyone but you. Human sympathy is too shallow 
as a rule, so I must look higher and say, 

'Thou does't remember, 

Midst all the glories of Thy Throne — 

The sorrows of humanity, 

For they were once Thine own.' " 

In the morning restlessness returned to me. I later re- 
ceived a visit from Big Chief who bade me follow him. My 
destination under his guidance was Walpole Island — the 
Indian Reserve. While there I sent word to the Mother Su- 
perior at at Philadelphia and the priest in Cleveland that I 
had sought refuge among my ancestors' people, and had 
further denounced all creeds and joined the Great Spirit 
worshippers. Also, during my stay, I attracted the Spirit of 
Pontiac — the great Indian warrior and trailer. 

The following day I retraced my route to Detroit again. 
On returning to my place I found that I was not alone, for 
the Spirit of Pontiac was my companion. He came to me as 
a shepherd to watch over me, as I was one of his lambs, 
and to teach me to trust in him. 

He took my soul on a journey to develop within me 
the desires of my spirit loved ones for my education that 
was to fit me for my lifework. He showed me the great 
peaceful river; he took me a long distance over green fields 
and towns and finally stopped at a large, beautiful fountain 



where he bade me drink. At another stop he invited me to 
a great feast. Oh, what joy there seemed to be among the 
people over the return of Big Chief Tommyhawk with a 
brother from earth life who was to remain with them. I 
could not see him — Tommyhawk — but I felt his presence. 
This feast appeared to take place in the open and under the 
protection of a hill. 

We then visited with Princess Laconquinne, my grand- 
mother on my father's side — who sat at the entrance of a 
magnificent white palace. She evidently was mistress of 
the place, which apparently was a haven for mothers. I 
was then piloted through a long dark valley. A light was 
visible in the distance, at first a dim ray, but brightening 
as we neared the end. At the end I was met by my spirit 
guide and returned to the body. As evidence of their 
faith and watchfulness, I received the following poem. 

There's a fair Indian maid 
| Whose duties are laid, 

On the banks of a beautiful river. 
With her guides, their lives never sever. 

Her duties are plain 

As they sweep through the brain, 
Their love for her so exceeding, 

Revealing to her their presence so near 
As they touch her when gently kneeling. 

The Physical plain oft causes a pain 

When absence is felt when she wanders, 
But oh, what joys 
When she hears from her boys, 
For she feels they are always about her. 

These brave Indian boys 

Were always her joy 
When oft on the trail they did wander, 

Ever mindful of her and the pleasures she seeks, 
Ever watchful that love will surround her. 

Her desires for good 

Are all understood 
By the braves that give her power ; 

Make her life very dear, with their presence so near, 
And always on watch to defend her. 

Entering on the second phase of my career — which ap- 
pears to be a reincarnation to do worldly good — I have my- 
self wondered and marveled — on retrospection — at the ab- 
solute power of the unseen forces. My lifework had been 



cut out for me ; chiseled, irremovable on the marble pil- 
lars of accomplishment. My guides — the spirits of the 
known and unknown to me in this material life — being par- 
ties to the conspiracy to effect my escape, gave birth to the 
desire within my mind — nursing it in characteristic fashion 
until the psychological moment had arrived for the smould- 
ering in my breast to break out into a seething flame. The 
turn of events which made my freedom possible is but anoth- 
er instance of their handiwork. Once free, I was further di- 
rected on my course. I do not lament; I only wonder and try 
to surmise what I will be called upon to do next; I am 
ready, at all times under all conditions. 

Being prepared and ready to do the bidding of my spir- 
it guides, I failed to keep as accurate and as detailed an ac- 
count of my later life as would be necessary for a work of 
this type. Consequently, the work under this part is not re- 
corded in a chrcmological sequence, but under headings of 
the various topics such as Healing, Trailing, etc., which gives 
in a synopsized form, an account of my experiences and ac- 
complishments. Even the various cities and towns — there 
being so many — are not mentioned in detail. I belong to 
various state organizations, but I always undertook volun- 
teer work, never waiting to be called upon by the associa- 
tions. Arriving at one destination and completing my mis- 
sion, I was either invited or guided to another — usually with- 
in a short radius. Using one of these places as a headquar- 
ter, I worked out from the same — in this manner covering 
quite an extensive territory. I've made no commercial is- 
sue of my talents, just taking and receiving remuneration 
with my traveling expenses plus my upkeep. 

My guides, who have striven to render invaluable aid 
to alleviate some of the perplexities of the material life, 
are all Indians with the exception of two — my mother and 
H. T., the priest. 

H. T., my priest, is my personal comforter and guide, 
helping me at all times and teaching me of his world and 
what I have to look forward to in the future life. 

Mother — is the receptive guardian — the gatekeeper for 
all spirits who desire to communicate with me. 

Tomrnyhawk — my father — for self-protection and for 
those I ask of him to battle for. In true Indian style, he 
comes accompanied by his six dogs which have materialized 
in a materializing circle. 

Sitting Bull — Tommyhawk's companion at times. 

Princess Laconquinne — my grandmother on my father's 
side — for message work. 

Two Indian children — who help in circle work. 

Moonbeam — my Indian medicine-man who helps me in 



my healing. 

Pontiac — the trailer and locator for the hidden or the 
lost. 

Of these guides, the first three mentioned were known 
to me in earth life, while the remaining were attracted at 
some previous time. I can depend on my Indian guides not 
to give false or misleading statements because in earth life 
an Indian despises the man with a crooked tongue. Fur- 
ther, they do not throw the condition of their passing out 
of this material life over me. Examples of what they 
have accomplished through me and my talents are given un- 
der the following articles : 

HEALING. 

In a peculiar yet simple and logical manner my success 
as a healer can be comprehended. My father was known 
among the Indians for his knowledge of herbs and the man- 
ner of compounding simple remedies — crude in most ways, 
yet common-sense, practical Nature in themselves. These 
necessary requisites in physical structure and properties 
were mine. My hands are soft, cushiony, and warm, allow- 
ing the vital magnetism to be directed outward, drawing the 
blood with it. Then thru psychometrical work I am able 
to locate the center and base of the ailments, making it possi- 
ble in many cases to do away with all experimenting. 

In my work in this branch, I have learned fundamental 
points which — if the doctors were to follow more closely — 
would compensate both doctor and patient. Of the great- 
est importance is the diverting of the patient's mind from 
the ailment. This accomplished, I gently touch the afflicted 
parts and with low words of assurance offer suggestions, but 
being tactful to have the patients! follow me throughout all. 
For some I pray and have them pray. Where music is ad- 
visable I have it played or sung. But of all, I take greatest 
care to await impressions to do the healing — not at any 
time but only when encouraged and aided by my spirit 
guides. 

While traveling from Detroit to Sandusky, Ohio, in an- 
swer to a call from a circle and to help the resident mem- 
bers to the best of my ability, the spirit of Moonbeam — 
the Indian medicine-man — appeared before me. He inform- 
ed me that there was work to be done and that he would 
be with me throughout the entire period. 

He was right. On appearing on the rostrum, I found 
that I could not go on with the scheduled message work. 
Going down into the audience, I walked down the aisle and 
was guided to a certain woman whose name I don't know. 
I felt my arm; there was a pain. "I hurt myself by falling 



out through the doorway with a washtub," I told her. 
Much to her surprise and chagrin, 1 took her arm and gent- 
ly massaged it. My statements were correct, for she admit- 
ted that she had hurt herself in the manner stated. Being 
a poor woman who washed for a living, I was heartily 
pleased with my work and thanked my guides. 

At another time while there, I undertook to cure a case 
without personal contact with the party. I stood on the ros- 
trum and in answer to my guides said, "There is a certain 
party by name of Henry — a lawyer — who has an injured 
wrist and whose father also tells me that he is skeptical 
about our work." The man's wife raised her hand and veri- 
fied my statements. "He hurt his wrist while out on a hunt- 
ing trip and while carrying a gun," I continued. They also 
acknowledged that. 1 told him to remove his wrist band 
and give me a good thought. I rubbed and treated my 
own wrist and prayed for him, knowing that the spirit of his 
father was doing likewise with his. I was informed later by 
his wife that he had never worn the wrist band again and 
that his views on the subject had been revised considerably. 

By means of massaging and the prayer cure a crippled 
woman was somewhat relieved. She had been unable to 
, walk without the aid of a crutch for three years, and the last 
five months preceding the treatments she had been in bed. 
After three treatments a relaxation of the muscles" was ef- 
fected and since then the woman has been able to walk with 
the aid of a cane. 

People are skeptical of such versions as stated above. 
In Columbus, in a circle, a doctor — receptive to a cer- 
tain extent but still a doubter — brought in a paper on a dif- 
ficult medical case where exact diagnosis was lacking. By 
means of psychometrical reading, I was able to locate the 
exact center and base of the ailment. He became very en- 
thusiastic and wanted to know why he, with all his univer- 
sity training and technical knowledge, had to be told by 
ione who had no diploma, nor had seen the patient. Then 
he became acquainted with the fact that everyone is 
■psychic — some very much more so than others. The require- 
ment to develop the hidden powers within ourselves to at- 
tend circles and try to unfold. This power is but dormant in 
some people, and like a stiffened member of the body, 
needs exercise, it needs but attention and patience. The doc- 
tor became an enthusiastic member of the circles I held 
.during the year I was there. 

TRAILING. 

In my work under this heading, my guide, Pontiac, fig- 
ures conspicuously. While working — recuperating from the 



exhaustion brought on from the healing cases — Pontiac 
came to me and said, "Tell your neighbor that her son is not 
lost. Tell her to go to Cold water, Michigan; visit a man 
there by the name of Ames who runs a barber shop, and he 
will tell her where to find her son Les." This I did and 
she became highly excited, for she said that she had been 
awaiting an opportunity to ask if I could help her in locating 
her ''lost boy. ,, Following my instructions, she brought the 
"boy" back home with her shortly before Christmas and 
was able to enjoy the first happy Yuletide in the twelve 
years of his absence. 

Another lady hearing of the above by means of some 
devious channel, as news of this character travels, came to 
see me about her son, Pontiac told her through me that 
her son had gone never to return home to settle down. He 
further added that she should go home and call on the Great 
Spirit every day until he brought the son to her from Hunt- 
ington, Indiana. During the interval preceding the young 
man's return, I sat under the sunflowers — at the back of my 
lodging — at twilight, and kept in touch with the spirits of 
the young man's actions. At the end of three weeks, the 
prodigal son returned for a visit to his home in Freemont, 
Ohio. 

Shortly after this, while at Amherst, Ohio, a man from 
Republic, Ohio, came to see me. Before he had made the 
object of his visit known to me, Pontiac told me to say, 
"Your mother has the money, that's why you no find. Go 
to your home in country ; go to spring house where you keep 
milk ; look down deep in mud under water-trough, and in 
a cream jar you will find 500 wampams ($500.") He did 
so, and found the amount as stated. The father and 
mother of this man had quarreled. Following the disagree- 
ment, the mother had hid the money but had died before 
telling her son where to find it. 

In a case of this kind, locating treasure is permissible. 
But I have emphatically nothing whatever to do with seek- 
ing or helping others to locate treasures that were ac- 
quired unlawfully and then hidden. The spirit condition 
guarding the treasure is anything but satisfactory. Should 
the treasure be found, the visitation of bad luck, failures, 
and apprehension will soon deprive the finder of his ill-got- 
ten fortune. Death is a very common gain reaped by such 
treasure hunters. 

A case of this character was enacted in the vicinity of 
where I was staying, Pontiac explaining to me the cause 
of it all. Four young men had stolen some money, and in I 
their flight, one of their number was killed by pursuers. 
The money was buried by the remaining three in a thick 



woods. One night one of the three attempted to crawl up 
and get his share of the booty. He was shot and killed 
by one of the others who happened to be lying th£re un- 
known to the first young man. A clear instance of the 
earth-bound spirit of the first killed wreaking havoc on the 
other three by causing one of their number to die the death 
he did. 

Pontiac guides me clearly enough in such cases. His 
work is only to do good for humanity. The instances as 
stated give but a few examples of the work he had helped 
perform to relieve a few of the many aching hearts. 

TITANIC PROPHECY. 

Three days before the Titanic went down to its watery 
grave, I had a vision of the disaster, but did not get it clear 
enough to distinguish a ship, nor the place of the accident. 
The evening of the fatal night, while sitting by myself 
I felt a feeling of unrest and weariness coming over me. 
Giving way to my feeling I prepared to retire, but before 
I was even comfortably settled, I saw a shadow cross my 
eyes. Looking up, I saw Big Chief and a Hindoo member of 
his band. 

They talked together for a few moments, and imme- 
diately after their conversation I felt myself drawn toward 
them. It seemed as if we were floating above the ocean. 
Looking off into space, we could see what appeared to be 
a large floating palace. As we approached, it seemed to 
take on all the colors of the rainbow — a picturesque ob- 
ject. When we came closer to it, its appearance changed 
to that of a large, beautiful butterffy — a winged personi- 
fication of gayiety and supremacy. It sped on and we watch- 

i ed. Suddenly it seemed to disappear between two walls of 
ice and snow — we lost it. On coming to my senses, I was 

I wet from sweat, cold, and frozen from the effects. Sev- 

,| eral mornings following, the world received the news of the 

\ great marine disaster. 

SOUL FLIGHT. 

Following shortly after the Titanic premonition, the 
spirit of Tommyhawk — my father — came to me. "It is time 
to take another flight to the ethereal planes," he told me 
Having no control over my physical body when in his hands, 
I could but obey his instructions. In a few minutes I felt 
my soul leave the body and we went up until I became 
hopelessly lost. 

At this time I seemed to hear father speak to me ; he 

bade me look. As I looked in the indicated direction, the 

* most beautiful castles came into view. On approaching and 

entering the doorway, we were enveloped by the inky 



black which seemed to hang on every side. The corridor 
was with apparently no sidewalls. On the far end we met 
with the extreme opposite; a flood of glistening sunshine 
greeted us. 

The view afforded at this juncture was delectable to 
behold,. Within a magnificent wigwam, sat Princess Lacon- 
quinne, my father's mother. On seeing father and me, she 
gave us a great welcome and took me inside of the wig- 
wam. When we went in I was astonished at the transforma- 
tion, for instead of seeing the interior of a wigwam, as 
I had expected, I found that I was within a spacious, awe- 
inspiring palace. Within, forest flowers and fruits abound- 
ed, while without, a placid stream flowed very gently on — 
a picture of love and peace, purity and wisdom. We walk- 
ed or floated side by side for what seemed hours until she 
halted and bade me eat of the fruit which appeared to 
be cherries; but they were very large and juicy. 

While eating she pointed off into the distance and said, 
'There is the Happy Hunting Ground of the Indians. " There 
seemed to be no end to the hosts of people on the banks 
of the river. All were busy on missions of import, coming, 
going, making visits, always smiling; always on the watch 
for the arrival of some loved one from the earth plane 
who had not come as yet; always clothed in such garb as 
would easily be recognized by those just coming over the 
divide. In place of the customary war implements, they all 
carried musical instruments of various kinds, together with 
flags and other ornamental trimmings. While looking on 
this ostentatious display, music of the sweetest harmony 
seemed to surround us. 

I turned my eyes toward the river, which was full of 
brightly painted canoes, going and coming. I asked Prin- 
cess Laconquinne what was going on and why all these peo- 
ple seemed to be preparing for some royal event. As we 
talked a canoe came into sight; as it approached it looked 
as if it had turned into a beautiful palace floating in the 
ethereal air, fully decorated with flags and feathers of all 
kinds and of variegated colors. As it approached the shores 
someone said it had the soul of one who had just departed 
from the material life. I thought of the joy of the meet- 
ing, but could not see or hear what was taking place about 
the newly arrived soul. I expressed a desire to come home 
in the same manner, but Princess Laconquinne told me 
that was only used for spirit purposes. She then led me 
back to where Tommyhawk was patiently waiting for me. 
He in turn guided me back to my body. As I watched, I 
saw him step into his canoe and while gliding away heard 
his voice singing so sweetly, "Yes, we'll gather at the water 
that leads to the Happy Hunting Ground. " 



WAITING 

Loved ones are waiting yonder, 

Over the Crystal Sea. 
Oft do we hear their voices, 

Calling to you and me. 
Oft do we see their shadows 

Oft hear the still small voice 
Making our hearts feel lighter, 

Making our Souls rejoice. 

Oft do w 7 e hear their music, 

Music of heavenly strain, 
Naught but a voice from Heaven, 

Could sound that glad refrain. 
Soon they will come and take me, 

To that dear Home on High 
Where all is bright and happy 

And sweet welcome Bye and Bye. 

Zimran is lingering near you, 

Filling your soul with love, 
Teaching the path of duty 

Leading to joys above. 
Oft, yes, oft do we grieve him 

When heed we not his voice, 
But if we do his bidding 

Then does his soul rejoice. 

Angels all robed in beauty 

Stand near the open door: 
Oh, will you bid them enter, 

Cheering us more and more. 
Stars from their home are shining 

Over each path of woe, 
Trying to lead us upward, 

Pointing the way to go. 
Dear Ones, w T hy tarry longer? 

Choose the right path today ; 
Let your face beam with gladness 

For those across the way. 
Zimran is calling down to you 

And He will bring the key. 
In all His truth and grandeur. 

Unlocking the Mystery. 



TIFFIN PROPHECY 

While resting one evening in my room by myself, prior to 
holding a circle Big Chief came to me looking sad. He van- 
ished from my view and another form came into view, that 
of the warning spirit. He stood before me clothed all in 
white, a trumpet in hand, a sword laid across his breast, and 
very angry — his face very expressive. I arose trembling. 
I saw great bodies of water gushing in torrents; I saw 
houses, people, and animals floating by. I fainted and lay 
in this condition for some time. 

Recovering my senses, I called my class around me and 
made the prophecy that Tiffin, Ohio would be under water 
within a short time. When the Mayor heard of the pro- 
phecy, he notified me that Tiffin tolerated no such folly and 
that I either had to leave the town or be subject to arrest. 
I sat down to look matters straight in the face ; I surely had 
not expected such a reception from the city officials. It was 
discouraging — but just for a moment to know the truth — 
but have the populace decrying your statements as false, 
nonsensical and undesirable. While pondering as to my 
future course, Fontiac and Captain John Smith appeared 
before me. They held a jury trial over me — the jury con- 
sisting of the unseen forces. The verdict was in my favor; 
I remained in Tiffin until a few days before the flood. Know- 
ing my vision was to befulfilled, I went over to Fostoria, 
Ohio. The great Angel went with me and drawing his 
sword he divided the city so that I knew where to seek ref- 
uge from the impending danger. 

The flood came — the flood of 1913 — that damaged or 
sideswipped every city, town and hamlet that bordered on 
a stream or river in the Ohio River basin. On returning to 
Tiffin — after the flood had reached its crest and had begun 
to recede — I found that six bridges had been swept away 
and ruin and devastation left in its wake. As I stood on 
the banks of the river, my messenger — the bird — came to 
me and sang a slow mournful song which spoke louder to 
me than a human .voice. 

Searching parties were busy seeking the bodies of all per- 
sons reported missing. They were successful in finding all 
with the exception of one- — a Mr. Axline. Big Chief and 
Pontiac both came to the rescue and searching parties fol- 
lowing my instructions were able to locate and recover the 
body. This was another triumph for me — the people having 
begun to believe a little when my prophecy on the flood 
had been fulfilled. To cap the climax, I told a woman — 
who had been made a widow through the flood — where to 
find her husband's gold watch. 



Later on I made another prophecy that Tiffin would be 
somewhat damaged by a severe storm in the fall of that 
same year. To my gratification, the news was received by 
the people in a totally different manner from that which the 
flood prophecy had been treated. 

Following my prophecies, I received further evidences 
from spirit friends who are at work at all times in connec- 
eion with the human race, ever ready to send forth their 
messages of love to us. These were received on various occa- 
sions while quietly sitting — with my eyes closed — about 
twilight time. The name given at the end of each message 
is that of the spirit who transmitted the message to you 
through me and my guides. At the command of Princess 
Laconquinne to write, I received the following: 
"Working out our own salvation, 
Firm and patient day by day, 
Clearing thorns from each one's pathway 

Keeping enemies at bay, 
No one far or near is slighted. 

Drop a line to each one here, 
Never let one go unnoticed 

Banish every doubt and Fear." 

— Martin Luther. 
"While gazing in the great beyond 

And asking if my friends are there, 
The answer comes and lo ! anon 
There comes a music on the air." 

— Longfellow. 
"Nothing ever pleases better 

Than to soothe the sulf'ring one. 
Let them know the Learned Healer 
Still on earth he can appear." 

— Alice Bennette, Cleveland. 
"It's only one more day, tonight, 
A message to you I did write, 
Courage loved one you are right, 

Remove the cross out of your sight ; 
This spirit world is what we see 

They took the cross away from me." 

— Martin Luther. 
"There came to me a guiding star, 

It fell to floor. It came I know not where : 
I looked it o'er, 'twas made with care, 

A lov'd one's hand had placed it there 
A star in your crown you have won. 

You have toiled for Christ from sun to sun ; 
There's no reward on earth for this, 
The Master does not pay in gold." 

— Abraham Lincoln 



"Beyond the pearly gates I stand, 
A manuscript in my left hand ; 

What e'er you do both right and wrong 
I'll weigh it out and put it down. 

Your judgment comes just once a year, 
In this same month when you were born 

You'll realize if you have passed 
And entered in a better class. 

Your teacher is the Master, dear. 

His life you've taught without a fear, 
Those little ones brought near to Him 

And older ones with faith in Him." 

Being near to my birthday, when I received the above an- 
nonymous spirit manifestation, I was greatly alarmed for 
the reason that no spirit name was given. This is regarded 
by mediums as an upbraiding for some wrong we may have 
committed or the omen that we would be censured even to 
the point of having the Holy Spirit send the summons to 
cross the Great Divide. 

TRIBUTE FROM CHIEF TOMMYHAWK 

Muche heape Good Man too 

Gave my country for His sake* 
All I do for Great Spirit too, 

Fighting battles for all of you; 
We are warriors brave and bold, 

We have no fear for our souls, 
We know Him who gave us birth, 

He'll take care of all on earth. 
No more our quarrels do we fight, 

Only your earth plots to make right. 
Muche heape spirits bright, 

Draped in feathers all in white. 
Robes white too, our faces fair, 

Are blessings sent to you so rare 
By sitting Bull your comforter. 

Our wigwam doors are open wide 
And he is constant by your side ; 

I never leave you now alone 
Until this long life's battle's won." 

OBSESSION AND SPIRIT CONDITIONS. 

Why I never married can be again attributed to the un- 
seen forces. On becoming a nun, I was married to the cross 
and to those sacred vows. After laying aside the sacred 
veil and after those massive doors had closed me out into 
the noise contaminated world to go at will, the cross haunt- 



ed me. Naturally enough, many times I sat and pondered 
over my escape, and thought of the cold convent life. To 
be all alone in this world was enough to bring on morose- 
ness; to be compelled to learn the ways of the wicked 
world at such a late period in life was distasteful ; to think 
of being forced to make my living, to make my new ac- 
quaintances, to learn to travel, was distracting. Taken in 
all, the predicament I found myself in — without the aid of 
the superior beings — was unenviable. But trusting to my 
spirit guides, they blazed the trail for my journey in life up 
to the present, and have made the life that looks barren to 
the uninformed bystander as pleasant as they have seen fit 
and necessary. 

But the idea dawned on me to have an earth companion 
as well as a soul mate. It was embarrassing to me to have 
to wander onward over this earth's surface without a pro- 
tector and guide. Again I felt the result of being shut in 
from the world. What must I do? That was my problem. 
I had enough admirers through the work I've accomplished 
to choose from. Was it up to me to make the initiative? 
Well, I made my individual attempts to fulfill my desires, 
but my guides were instrumental in frustrating my plans. 

My first selection was a gentleman who had been an altar 
server in a Catholic Church. We were acquainted, and as 
far as I could comprehend certainly loved one another. Our 
plans for our future were maturing. We were to join 
another church of my designation, and also to have a hap- 
py, comfortable home. But before the climax of our sim- 
ple love affair was attained, we had a disagreement one ev- 
ening. As lovers generally do, we began to spat. Sudden- 
ly a light appeared in the doorway — peculiar, shimmering, 
and similar to that of a small gas flame. It came between 
us and then faded away. We both observed this phe- 
nomenon; we could spat no more. He asked an explanation 
of me, but I was too dazed at the time and offered none. He 
left me but we were never the same lovers after this visit 
from the spirit who protected me — there being no one on 
this earth to do it. Later my guide simply told me that my 
suitor and I could never have agreed, so I had to forget. 

Another gentleman with whom I became great friends 
was in the navy of this country. I found great pleasure in 
his company until the day the crisis came. I knew it and 
felt it. I went with him to visit on the battleship Delaware 
— before it had been officially accepted. On going down 
the stairs while on this warship, I saw my spirit guide stand- 
ing at the foot of the stairs. Then I knew the worst would 
come. Right enough, we disagreed over an insignificant 



topic before we left the ship and never made up again. 

In another and last instance, the gentleman was a 
brother of one of my most intimate lady friends. We three 
spent many a happy time together, and I felt sure my spirit 
guide wouldn't interfere between us. But finally the long 
awaited day arrived. While we were walking the Board- 
walk of Atlantic City, I met my spirit and knew the end was 
near. Later on he went to work with the engineer corps on 
the Panama Canal. Since the time of his departure I have 
heard but once from him. 

I was disappointed at the outcome of my love affairs, but 
thought over the reason behind these failures. I found 
that the spirit of the priest — my lover while in /the convent 
and my conductor on the soul flight — had obsessed me, and 
had been the guiding influence. It was not his desire to 
have me become married. He had previously promised 
me that after I had fulfilled my share of work allotted to me, 
I would find happiness with him across the Great Divide. 
As further evidence from him to urge me onward, I receiv- 
ed a poem from him, counselling me to obey the heavenly 
voice. 

OBSESSION 

Obsession has given me unlimited food for thought. The 
subject is so large, so expansive and engrossing that vol- 
umes upon it could be written. But in the short space allot- 
ted in this work, it is hoped that the statements and refer- 
ences will cause the reader to desire more knowledge of 
same. 

No one who is obsessed by a good spirit can go into bad 
company or commit evil ; it won't allow you to. It's easy to 
attract a good spirit if we understand spirit return and obey 
the laws set forth by those who are capable of doing so. 
Unless the gateway — the inclination to resist with the in- 
domitable strength of higher thoughts and aspirations the 
influences of a lower nature — is open, such influences of a 
lower nature cannot enter as obsessing forces. That's why 
I wish everyone would concentrate ; we are all psychic ; not 
only the mediums but everyone. Thoughts are things — 
living things — therefore give out your best thoughts toward 
everyone and nothing but good comes back to you. By do- 
ing so we cannot attract an evil spirit wandering around on 
earth — commonly called the devil — who may have left the 
body under peculiar circumstances, and who may induce 
others to do likewise. 

Have you ever stopped to think that through obsession a 
cause can be found for innumerable crimes committed, for 
the hosts of suicides and maniacs? The organization of the 

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obsessing force must be similar to that of the obedient ob- 
sessed being. Realizing this and knowing that a spirit en- 
ters the spirit world just as it left this, there must be an in- 
numerable host of low, uneducated, and evil spirits about. 
Hence if the obsessed party offers a deficiency of will pow- 
er — weakness in control of their individuality — the gateway 
is open for an evil spirit of a harmonious organization — 
with that of the obsessed to enter. The ensuing result is a 
heartbreaking chapter of evil for which inevitable letri- 
bution must be received. 

Think of those who give themselves to drink. One drink- 
ing man came to me while I was in Sandusky, Ohio, to ask 
me to help him. I said to him, "You have the spirit control 
of a man who passed out while intoxicated. " "Yes, I know 
it," he replied. "We were both out fishing some twelve 
years ago in Sandusky Bay and became drunk. The result 
was that the boat capsized and he drowned. In going down 
the last time he yelled, 'I hope you drown.' Since that time 
I've been a drunkard. Whenever the thought of that 
drowning man comes to me I have to go in and drink. Fur- 
thermore, I neglect my family and their suffering makes me 
feel wretched when Fm sober." 

I told him how to "brace up" — how it was possible to 
throw off his spirit condition. I had him come often ; I 
prayed for him and gave him a prayer that he had at hand 
and repeated at any time the desire for his former de- 
bauchery seized him. I impressed on his mind the necess- 
ity of concentration on keeping straight — the fact that he 
still possessed will power and that he had to trust in it. In 
following up this man's case, I found that in obeying in- 
structions, his home life had as a result been revolutionized 
— from a heart-broken to a happy state of existence. 

Many spirits in similar instances of souls transient have 
obsessed the living person to live out the time they should 
have lived in their own house of flesh. In the above ex- 
ample, the spirit of the drinking partner had been back here 
on earth using this man's body just the same as if thp body 
had been its own. 

Spirit enlightenment of "earthbound" spirits can be ac- 
complished by having them enter a circle. The spirit of 
Stanford White was in this terrible plight until I brought it 
to light. This spirit followed me for a long time, but didn't 
try to obsess me because he was too busy guarding Harry 
K. Thaw — his murderer — and keeping him in prison. I 
was holding a seance in Columbus, Ohio, when the spirit 
took hold of me. I was under control and tried to light; t 
was so angry that I had to be held tight by those earn 
sitters until the strife was over, and the spirit of his mother 



had joined him. Then came calm. Then he said, "Now 
that I'm with mother I cling no more to this earth. My de- 
sire is to get away if I can and Harry K. Thaw can go free." 
This was before Thaw's freedom for the sitters made note 
of the message and watched the newspapers. Within a 
short time — less than a year — Thaw's escape was announc- 
ed and at this writing he is still a free man. The spirit of 
White has returned many times to thank me for uniting his 
spirit with his mother's. Had this spirit not been enlight- 
ened, it may have wandered on earth until it had attract- 
ed some weaker person and had made them die as he did. 

Those gunmen of New York — who paid the penalty with 
their lives in the electric chair — also came in spirit, asking 
prayers, so that they, too, might get away from this earth — 
having passed out before their time had arrived. But such 
is in our life. The spirit missionaries, the spirit friends, and 
loved ones are incessantly helping those terribly hypnotized 
"earthbound" spirits from their lowly cycles on the upward 
path to the love that is ultimately awaiting them. 

No wonder enmity and war never cease — whether indi- 
vidual, family, commercial, state, or international — once all 
start is made. There are more spirits fighting than human 
beings in any strife. As an instance, while conducting a| 
circle in Cleveland a short time after Senor Huerta's — the 
former Mexican President — demise from earth life, the 
spirit of my guide Pontiac came and told me that Huerta 
was busy at the time fighting for and aiding that faction 
that had been his while he was Dictator. 

If people knew what they were made for they wouldn't 
cause so many heartaches of others, But they don't under- 
stand the life they live and pass out to the Great Divide 
without knowing why and where they are going. 

Honor those whose words or deeds 
Thus help us in our daily needs; 

And by their loving overflow 
Raise us from whate'er is low. 

CONCLUSION 

In summing up the story of my life, the question in my 
mind, dear reader, is not that of the past, present and fu- 
ture of myself, but for you and your future. I have been 
educated by my guides to prepare myself for the future — 
the real life and to know that the purpose of the physical 
body is the evolution of the spirit. In all history we find 
record of where our departed loved ones say to us, "If I on- 
ly could have known of the beauties of what was in store for 
me, how I would have made greater effort to be more pre- 
pared for what was to come." So you can see, my friends, 



that even as we are, they do not forget to send us a know- 
ledge of what their surroundings are. Every effort of theirs 
is for our betterment, trying in their way to guide us not 
only to a better knowledge of our own lives and conditions, 
but also of theirs. If nature should forget to produce her 
part w T here would we, as a people, be in a short time? But 
as you know, all things are provided for, and if we do not 
get what we want, it may be because our spirit loved ones 
do not think it best for us to have it. The trials of this life 
are only the purifying crucible we must pass through to 
make us understand our condition, and when all seems 
darkness and gloom, we are only coming to the purer light 
and condition of our real life. 

And, if those we mourn as dead, live and love us beyond 
the shadows, we should not be content with bare facts ; the 
more thoroughly we are convinced, the more eagerly should 
we avail ourselves of every opportunity to converse and re- 
ceive messages. Through messages, they teach us that af- 
ter death there is an immortal state, blissful, enjoyable for 
those who have led a good life on this earth, but dark, 
gloomy, abyssmal for those whose lives were stained. 

Are you going to live a true life, or are you going to live 
a life of mockery? Will you live for Truth and Knowledge, 
or will you live a false life in the face of all sacred Truths 
and Principles as laid down? Will you live for a future 
life, or will you only live for the present? Will you live 
for our fellow man and woman, or will you live for mere 
selfish gain, ignoring all pretenses to goodness only to find 
after years of fad and fashion your life laid bare on the 
rotten shore of discord and discontent? Your answer and 
the faithful toil of abiding by your choice — dear reader — 
seals for you the future fate which all must meet, 
each one for himself. The Keeper can't be bribed. He 
doesn't pay or receive with gold but with Love. 

Believe in th Golden Rule, "Whatsoever ye would that 
others should do unto you, do ye also unto them." Analyze 
your own character, and know you are above reproach, 
then practise the above and your lives will be in the care 
of the higher spirit powers. Don't give up in despair; re- 
member that they will help you when you need help, pro- 
viding you are deserving of it. In closing, I hope this small 
publication and others that will follow will touch some 
heart that is looking for peace and comfort from the spir- 
it side and help guide them in some manner so that all will 
be found in the knowledge of a happy future and belief in 
the Great Spirit. 



Sometime not far in the future 
Where the evening shadows play, 

You'll watch the beautiful sunset 
And the power of sin fade away. 

And as you sit in the twilight 
Dreaming of youthful hours. 

The angels will come from heaven 
And strew your path with flowers. 

But soon the glorious sunrise 
Will illuminate your soul, 

And angels will come from heaven 
To gather you into the fold. 



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